Once upon a snowy Friday . . .
Friday morning I woke and, as usual, started my morning routine. My mind a swampy bog, scattered thoughts rose and fell without any rhyme or reason. As I brushed my teeth, one word rose groggily to the surface: snow. In record-setting time, I finished brushing my teeth and raced to the door to see if my high hopes would be crushed or not.
And there it was in all its burning-white glory: snow.
The campus was entirely different. A thick blanket of snow had descended, transforming the familiar red, brick buildings of the campus in the span of a few short hours as if someone had spilled a bucket of white paint over everything. In those first few moments, my tropical heart almost believed that someone had kidnapped me and left me in Narnia (I almost considered looking for the White Witch).
With my pajamas and flip-flops on, I ventured outside to investigate the strange substance that has been fondly called “snow” by men and women wiser than myself. What I found was a soft, weightless substance that you would almost use for the batting (for those of you who, like me, know nothing of quilting, it is the inner portion) of a quilt. With a frantic motion several frosty moments later, I wiped the remaining snow off my hands as I raced back into the dorm from the cold lurking outside.
A smile painted from ear to ear, I soon learned that classes–including a quiz I had not studied for–had been canceled for the day. Without any classes during J-term, what were some listless Agee dorm brothers to do to stave off the impending boredom? Fight with lightsabers in the snow.
A rag-tag band of bundled up men with scarves, gloves, layers of jackets, and lightsabers, we assembled quickly (however fast that is for college guys waking from sleep) and soon were marching outside from the quiet halls of Agee into the white-washed world that had swallowed the familiar landscape of the campus. In proper boyish, chaotic form, we divided into two teams, spouted off several rules, and assembled at different sides of Raley. I, still enamored by the white fluff covering the campus, was lost in a world of snow and ice as I tried to return to the lightsaber battle that began.
The battle ended almost as soon as it began. My team had set a trap for our unsuspecting foes by hiding in a car as they chased one of us (affectionately dubbed “the bait”) to the ambush where we hid. With boyish squeals, we burst from the car, lightsabers swinging like helicopter blades. The other team recovered and met the charge in stride, beating us in no time at all.
We switched sides and repeated the craziness of the first battle, finishing with a final grand duel in true Star Wars fashion at the parking lot behind Raley.
As the war subsided, Dean Compton pulled into the parking lot, decked in a camo jacket and matching pants, and surprised a few of us with some loosely-packed snowballs. Scooping handfuls of snow, we fired back at him, at each other, at anyone really. Chaos erupted. Soon we were tackling each other and throwing one another into the snow. A pair of us surprised an unsuspecting bundle of snowy clothes and threw him over a rail into a pile of snow. I dove into a friend and rolled around in the snow with him, trying to cover him in the fluff.
Cold and definitely wet, we grabbed our scattered lightsabers and headed back to the dorm where we dried our wet clothes while playing Battlefront 2 until lunch.
Snow days may not come often, especially if you are from the tropics, but they are special, not merely because they are rare, but because they bring with them the excuse to throw off the mantle of responsible college student for a few brief hours and play in the snow with your friends without any pretense of propriety.